The admin immediately tagged me. "Supergirl, it's your first time joining our overnight event, isn't it?"

"Yes," I replied indifferently.

"You're pretty cold—just my type!"

"So what if she's your type? You'll have to draw her first!"

Liam joined in the banter as well. "What's all this nonsense? Can you even handle the ice queen type? How about I break her in for you first, and then…"

He added a smirking emoticon sticker.

Everyone in the group chat started agreeing. "That's right! Sir Johnson has got to be the one who pops the cherry first!"

It seemed like Liam was a known veteran in the group chat.

It wasn't surprising, given the times he'd stayed out all night. Even if room assignments were random, by now, he must have experienced every type of woman there was.

No wonder Liam would refuse to get intimate with me for several days after his cycling trips. It turned out he was already full from sampling others from the streets.

I couldn't suppress the bitterness in my chest for any longer. Heavy tears started falling onto my phone screen.

At that moment, Liam just happened to walk out leisurely after taking a dump in the toilet. He shot me a disdainful look. "What kind of toxic content did you watch again? What's it telling you this time, how to judge whether your husband loves you or not?

"I just don't get it. I give you my paychecks on time, so where do you even get your grievances from? Forget it—I can't be bothered to argue with you. I'm going for a cycling trip tomorrow. You stay home and take care of Emily."

I wiped my tears and stared right at him. "Must you go?"

While I asked Liam, I was also asking myself if I really wanted to get myself involved in this matter.

Taken aback, he immediately snapped at me in disgust, "What kind of crazy fit are you throwing now? I don't visit prostitutes, nor do I gamble. I only have cycling as my one healthy hobby, yet you're still dissatisfied about it. You're really an unreasonable control freak!"

I was stunned, looking at Liam's twisted face. The image of the 18-year-old who once smiled at me shyly had suddenly shattered.

I clenched my fists tight, letting the pain of digging my nails into my palms remind me to keep myself calm. I then coldly spat, "You'd better stay healthy forever, then!"

"I'll damn well outlive you!" Liam pointed at me and scolded, "If you can live with me, then fine. If you can't, get a divorce! Stop making trouble out of nothing every single day!"

He then roughly kicked the trash can beside him. "How unlucky am I to have married such an unreasonable woman like you?"

I found it ironic that six years ago, Liam was the one dressed smartly in a suit and holding a microphone at our wedding venue. He'd gushed over how lucky he was to marry the woman who had stolen his heart since his youth.

At that moment, Emily came out, clutching her pillow and shivering. Her eyes widened in fear at the sight of the scattered trash. With a trembling voice, she asked, "Mommy, are you and Daddy fighting again?"

I quickly wiped my tears away and forced a smile. I then got up to pull her into a hug. "We're not. We're just rehearsing a skit."

At that moment, Liam stopped throwing a fit. He shot me a warning glare before going into the study.

With red and swollen eyes, I packed some clothes, planning to send Emily over to my parents' house.

Liam noticed this before we left. He disdainfully glanced at the suitcase in my hand and sneered. "How many days this time? Aren't you tired of the hassle of running back and forth like this? You're already married—I feel bad that Alicia has such an immature sister-in-law like you!"

I didn't want to argue with him in front of Emily, so I gripped her hand tightly and walked out without looking back.

Behind us, Liam scoffed. "Perfect. It saves me the time and effort to check in with you. I don't even know where you learned such nonsense from…"

…

The cycling group chat was unusually active that night. They were all anticipating tomorrow's event.

Someone tagged Liam, asking, "How come you're free today, Sir Johnson? Didn't your wife nag you?"

He was in a good mood and responded quickly, "That's something you all need to learn from me. Just pick an excuse to start an argument, and that stupid woman would run off to her parents' house with our daughter—just like always.

"I chose a perfect reason this time—there's no way that plain ol' housewife can complain about it!"

I sighed bitterly when I saw the words "plain ol' housewife". I never knew it only took several years for someone to go from being cherished to being discarded.

At that moment, Sweet Kitten comforted Liam, "Great minds think alike, Mr. Johnson. My husband brought my son over to his grandma's place. I simply made a huge fuss about something my mother-in-law did a few years back and refused to go along."

Someone started teasing them. "What are you trying to say? Are you openly telling each other that you're free now?"

They no longer replied, but everyone knew that they must have switched to private chat.

I quietly took a screenshot before turning on the home surveillance feed, as if I were a cat quietly waiting for a rat to step into a trap.

As expected, Liam happily stepped out of the house half an hour later. He returned five minutes later, hugging a woman as they entered the house.

A wave of nausea washed over me. They were even doing it right in our house now.

The two of them were all over each other the moment they stepped indoors, groping each other as they stripped off each other's clothes in seconds. A shirt, then an underwear—their trail led into the master bedroom.

I bit down on my lip so hard it started bleeding. Only then did I manage to suppress the urge to catch them red-handed on the spot.

After saving the video, I forwarded the screenshot to Gina. "Cancel everything tomorrow, Gina. I've got an exclusive piece for you."

After all, catching a rat was never a cat's real prize.

I arrived early at the cycling team's meet-up spot the next morning. Using sun protection as an excuse, I wrapped myself up tightly, not leaving a single patch of skin exposed.

Liam was slightly surprised when he first saw me. However, his attention was quickly drawn to the way the cycling outfit outlined my figure.

"Supergirl?" He extended a hand toward me. "I'm Sir Johnson."

Liam's eyes were overflowing with desire, and the image overlapped with what I saw on the surveillance footage yesterday. Another wave of nausea surged within me.

He quickly pulled out his flask and handed it to me, asking in a concerned voice, "Are you alright? Just give me a sign if you can't keep up later."

I snorted coldly deep down. The way he so naturally shared his flask with a woman he first met—he truly thought he was such a good Samaritan.

Someone came over and teased, "Oh, my. Sir Johnson just made his first move. What if you don't end up drawing the same room later? Wouldn't that be a waste, then?"

"Come on, what's important to Sir Johnson is feelings. He'll just set up his own date if the draw doesn't work out!"

The man shot Liam a knowing look, yet Liam pretended to scold him. "Don't scare the newcomer off."

The man shrugged casually. "What's the point of pretending when we all know what we're getting into here? I'm not as slick as you, so I can only rely on luck. But the thrill of having a mystery blind box reveal is truly addictive!"

Everyone was buzzing with excitement the whole way. Before long, we reached the mountain lodge, and everyone was eager to start today's draw.

Everyone only knew their own room number. Each room had two copies of the key cards. Under the leader's instruction, men and women entered their rooms in separate batches.

I heard that initially, women would enter first to create the illusion of men being serviced. Later, they switched it up so women entered last, just to crank up the excitement of the mystery blind box reveal.

In the end, women were nothing more than playthings for the crowd—yet ironically, many of them went along willingly.

I walked down the hallway with the key card in my hand. Several mountain bikes leaned diagonally against the doorways, and the silence was deafening.

I dug out my phone. "How's the preparation over on your side, Gina?"

Gina replied to me with an "okay" sign.

Out of nowhere, "Dancing Queen" started blasting downstairs. A group of elderly men and women was arguing at the lodge's front desk.

"Why can't we dance here?"

"We paid to stay here, too, so you'd better serve us well. Keep running your mouth, and I'll trash your place!"

Finally, someone spoke up in the cycling group chat.

"Where did this bunch of country bumpkin come from? I was just getting hard, but that damn music killed it!"

"You just can't get it up yourself, can you, Lowie? Whoever rooms with you tonight must be unlucky!"

"Bullshit! Do you think you're any better? You can't even do much without taking Viagra!"

"I wonder who's sharing a room with Supergirl. She's new—I bet she'll get excited the moment she sees it!"

"My roommate hasn't shown up yet. Who the hell drew Room 2115?" Liam's text suddenly popped up.

My lips curled upward as I read through their conversation. It seemed like fate decided to play along this time.